A sort of vent; about the fear I feel of things that are supposed to be good. You don't have to read all of the stuff below.
Specifically, someone basically wanted/asked to date...and my social anxiety reared it's ugly head :')
I don't know if I regret saying yes. I feel bad for even thinking I might regret it. But my long time problem of shutting down because of my fear has me wanting to just run away as far away as possible. I've felt anxious/nauseous all day. I want to see this work out. But I am so afraid(of messing up). We're not officially gf/bf yet. Just in the process of getting to know each other.
Text in the picture: "I'm afraid of the prospect of love. I feel like everything will go wrong (I fear that is what will happen). There is hope that maybe I can change for the better...but there is more fear."
Sorry that I don't post more often! I feel the quality of most of my art isn't good enough to post. This is more of a sketch anyways.